Capricious Fancy, with fantastic choice, 115
For distant beauties, gives her casting voice;
To the remotest shores our isle supplies
Turns the faint gaze of her long dazzled eyes;
Shuns the rich plenty of a daily feast,
What most attainable, still valued least! 120
When from the thronged metropolis we rove
To seek the healthful gale, and bow’ry grove;
By the far Lakes, or Caledonia’s shore,
She bids our steps her mazy path explore;